Painted Love Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

The eternal canvas of life calls to us
as we dip our brushes in the pallet of emotion
the colors swirl together
and makes the stream that feeds to the bleeding ocean
where the waters take us
as we drift away in the flows of memories made
the light of our love is our guide
yet we are sill covered by its shade never afraid
for there is no pain here
no worries care free we move
for while others once sought to bring me sorrow
now our images merge there as imprints of the two
that weave in the wonders of tomorrow
Sweetly now gently now
let me ride on the whispers of you name
fondly now, purely now
let my love carry you the same
the masterpiece created by those who float high
is portrayed upon the sky
art that is seen by the eternal eyes
and touched by their hands and hung on the walls
where only angels dance
in the tango of born romance
can you see it as I do? the pitching of the woo?
where the tender doves are heard as they coo
immersed in the wet paint of a allowing bond
majestically cast open the empty surface
as if touched by the wizards wand
we have both come from pain
almost drowned in it's wake
weighted with the burn
of the stinging scars of betrayal tatted by past mistakes
yet when two hands reach for something real
they find each other in the dark
for such is the path of the mending soul
when it is claimed by the loving heart
as two inhale the aroma of undying passion
and are encased in it's fragile fragrance
and thus they become a work of art
come to me now for our journey awaits us
as we ride the seas of forever
the bonding waves that save us as we soar
floating like the musical score
that was written in our souls as we sing together
tender are the drippings that spot the wall
when the portrait remains
we are immortalizes by the thinking eyes
and the molded minds where lessons have been learned
close your eyes see me now
waiting on mountain high
as our love builds the foundation
that gifts us as it lifts us
to where our fingers graze the sky
our outlines twinkle in the shadows of the dawning sun
and flicker hot upon the face of the moon
as the lines of our love merge
as we become one
where there is no ending and no beginning
running smooth like grooves
left where the rivers run
for our love is never done
as we are drawn by the hand
blessed by the cupid touch
warned by the scribing boon
I am yours you are mine
linked by the love as endless as time
hung like the curtains in the valley of our hearts
where the legend of the fated souls are told
blessed by the artistic mystic hand of above
that creates the image poured onto the canvass
where lies the names
contained in the frame
of our painted love

Thought of a Single Man 2012 tm